Ah, now we’re getting to the heart of the matter.
“You don’t know what you want at a wedding, do you?”
Her arms flail. “How could I? I don’t have any idea what my clothing style is, how am I supposed to figure out a wedding.”
I frown. Now she’s looking for excuses. The woman has a very distinct clothing style. I don’t argue with her, though. Nope. I said I would solve her problems. And solve her problems I will.
“You don’t figure it out.”
“What? Is a wedding going to magically appear in one of those packages from the uncles?”
“Although that would be cool, it’s not what I meant. Hire a wedding planner. It’s not like you can’t afford it.”
Phoebe is rich with a capital R. I don’t know precisely how much money she has, but she comes from a wealthy pharmaceutical family. Although they disowned her, she still has a ton of stocks and investments. Why she works is beyond me. I certainly wouldn’t if a pot of gold landed on my lap.
“Isn’t hiring a wedding planner cheating?”
“Cheating? Who are you cheating on? Is Ryker insisting you put the wedding together on your own?”
“No?”
“There you have it. Pick a date and hire a wedding planner.” I tap the bottle of vodka. “Oh, and maybe you can stop tormenting the uncles.”
She giggles. “But it’s fun.”
I knew it! She’s already picked out who she wants to walk her down the aisle.
“Who did you pick?”
She mimics a zipper fastening her lips closed.
“Fine. But I’m stealing your vodka, and I refuse to attend another game show set up by the uncles.”
“Oh, come on. It was hilarious.”
It was a blast, but I’m not admitting to anything.
“Now, it’s your turn. What’s going on with you and Grayson?”
My phone rings and I practically dive on it. Phoebe tries to get there first but I’m seriously motivated.
“You Cheat, We Eat, Suzie speaking. I’m here to make your life better today.”
She narrows her eyes on me, but she doesn’t linger. Good thing since I don’t know how long I can pretend to have a conversation with a man who admitted he dialed the wrong number and hung up on me.